The Faded Apartment

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You’re going to have to tell them, Elian. You have to say it before the sun goes down, or we’re done for. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the market square, his face pale beneath the grey wool of his cap, the smell of rotting turnips and damp stone rising off the cobblestones around them. Elian did not look at his friend’s eyes; he looked at the boundary wall that encircled the village of Oakhaven, a...

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